The Old Lady was like a modern Siren, enticing me to come out and visit her in what I now refer to as CANorado. I made the long journey westward, only to find that my amorous feelings for her were MUCH stronger than her reciprocal feelings for me. Ah, ma coeur! In the meantime, she was a most gracious hostess and a like mind, which made it all the more painful. Towards the end of my visit, I gathered my shopping list and went all over town, gathering and buying CANs like it was my first time. The look on the babe's face when she came down from her place of work to help me stow all of my CAN booty in her vehicle was priceless. She could not believe that I had hauled so much around on public trans by myself nor that my (relatively) small frame could carry it, period. I am like an insect, capable of lifting 1000x my body weight, but I was pretty sore for a few days afterward. This will be my second in the wondrous event known as New Beer Sunday (week 445 - Labor Day weekend version).

From the CAN: "Enjoy the Magic of the Mountains!"; "Ale with Raspberry and Honey"; "High up above treeline, blooming wildflowers, wild skies, stunning peaks: PURE MAGIC made by Mountain Fairies, Raspberries, Honey & Rocky Mountain Water!" I must say, it is one of the most visually stunning and appealing CANs that I have seen in a while. I want to drop a quarter-tab (ahem!) and stare at it, just to see where it leads me. In fact, I awoke from a flashback in the form of a dream this morning. I took a full tab my first time (at 16 y/o) and thankfully, instead of a bad trip, it was a blissful, visually stunning experience that left me forever changed.

This was a part of a major shipment of CANs that I sent home from CANorado and while one box went M.I.A./K.I.A. in transit, this one was apparently lucky to have survived. The bottom of the CAN was pooched out, suggestive of sudden, unwanted pressure change. Better the sturdier bottom og the CAN than the weaker topmost opening, which is where CANs generally fail.

The Crack revealed a brimful CAN, but that may have been due to the CANtainer's misshapen status. The initial, inverted Glug was both amusing and attention-garnering. It poured a deep-pink (SRM = N/A) before threatening to overflow the glass to the point that i had to lean on for a sip. The finger-and-a-half of rocky, pink foam looked like freshly-spun cotton CANdy until it began to fall, leaving beautiful lacing in its wake. Color was a pinkish-amber with NE-quality clarity and now it all comes together.

As members of the male gender, we should all thank former President Wm. J. Clinton for negating fellatio as sex. CANversely, we seem to have overlooked the joy of cunnilingus until, recently and in particular, on the FX network. "Louie", "The League" and "The Bridge" have all broached the subject in one way or another and I am all for it. My first girlfriend, as a teenager, taught me not to be intimidated by the pink and I learned that lesson well. I always tell my intimates, "I am not a gynecologist, but I'll happily take a look." Darker-skinned women's sex looks like rare roast beef nestled there while true redheads have a chunk of coral, all there for the essen. How does this tie into where I left off, you may ask? I will celebrate my 50th birthday (25 Feb) in 2015 and The Old Lady and I plan to meet up in Lincoln, NE to have a joint birthday party with Valerie Dobbs, AKA Val Midwest, whose 21st birthday will be on Valentine's Day of that year. For the uninitiated, she is an Internet porn star and resident of Lincoln, NE. Salmon (pink, fleshy, slightly fishy) will hopefully be on the menu.

Nose was kind of perfume-y, very raspberry, but very sweet. My paternal grandmother has a beautiful red raspberry bush on her backyard that she used primarily for preserves, but on the odd occasion that she deigned to bake them into a pie, friends, neighbors and family came over in droves for a slice. The smell was like her yard at the peak of the season. Mouthfeel was fizzy, like soda pop, and the taste was likewise very sweet, initially, very pop-like. Raspberry, no doubt, but a bit too sweet initially for my taste. The finish proved that the Eddyline boys knew what they were doing as it suddenly hit with an unexpected, puckering tartness. Raspberry SweeTarts! I do not back from my characterization of this beer as liquid CANdy, but it is worth a try, especially in the humid summer months.

A big thanks goes ot to woodychandler, who came through with a big box of canned beers, including this one. Poured from a 16 oz. can. Has a pinkish dark golden color with a 1 inch head. Smell is very mild, some light raspberries. Taste is also light, some tartness, a bit of berries but not an overpowering fruit flavor. Feels medium bodied in the mouth and overall is a refreshing beer, but not something I could drink all night.

a painfully average second dabble into this brewery. yikes, this beer pours pink grapefruit color, looks like raspberry ginger ale, with that light hazy pink shade and soda carbonation but still no head. the nose is artificially sweet, jammy, but not like an extended dark star, more like your aunt sandy's diabetes raspberry preserves. taste is the same, super sweet and the fruit is distant to the sugar. a remarkably unpleasant fruited wheat beer. in some ways though it isn't awful, its light as anything, and the hefty carbonation is appealing on a hot summers day. i personally cant get past the sugar and lightness of this. its akin to a glass of old school koolaid, it needs a major facelift before its even palatable in quantities greater than a sip. this pint can was a task for sure, but the finish is clean and i could see some of the ladies getting into this one. whatever you've got to do to sell your product i guess, but this feels like capitalism writ large, it almost makes me like their crank yanker ipa less, which it shouldn't, because that's a totally different beer. the next thing i try from eddyline had better knock me on the floor...

T - the honey does this one no favors. Overly sweet. Artificial raspberry Welch's cover a mishandled, bland pale malt body. The good news is it's incredibly easy to drink on account of its simplicity. No alcohol present.

M - Crisp and light bodied. High carbonation.

D - this is the second beer I've had from Eddyline, and suffice it to say I've been less than impressed. A bland mediocre offering. I'd pass in the future.